Don't call a wickedness a scrape; for a wickedness it certainly was, though I am only too willing to believe you had no adequate idea at the time _how_ wicked it was." "I won't again, papa.

But I am so relieved already." "Perhaps poor old Mrs.Gregson is not relieved, though.

You ought not to forget her." Thus talking, we hurried on until we arrived at the cottage.

A dim light was visible through the window.

My father knocked, and Elsie Duff opened the door..